vanilla Lyrics

You know it's very interesting, I come from the black and them

Amazing how my origin traced back to African

Crazy how the crackers enjoy to say "we're taxing them"

In the same breath "make America great again"

Cause an uproar every time I drop a samba

Sampled from lines from other stanzas

I'm not approachable, demeanor's a monster

Got to keep the hustle, yeah that's a constant

And I ride that beat, I'm silky smooth like vanilla wafers

I don't have a female friend, if she's around, I surely laid them

Think I need to learn to sit still, cause I got no patience

She wants to pull a chair up, but I need some legs for the table

Got to make sure that I'm stable, got no time for fables

Never been the type to force it on her, I would never make her

Like my women like I like my gum, always change the flavor

What's a player to do if his favorite flavor is new, you dig?

You'd think that I was predisposed staring at that camel toe

Women got them wigs on but like my beats Afro

I shot my shot with shorty, it went swish from the logo

Speaking ill then plead the fifth, little mama that's a low blow

Not a Spanish speaker but I know that sure is loco

Better not be getting railed on like locomotives

Had to sit her down, "what's the motive?"

"I'm sexually liberated is what you call it"

Step into the sunshine, see the bigger picture

Screw my life into place like a light fixture

Paramount for me to come to well-thought decisions

Don't need heartbreaks or incisions

One day to be successful is surely what I'm wishing

Can't say a lot of women isn't surely on the wishlist

To many people put it off, saying "wish this"

I ain't one of them so I had to go and make it happen

I had to tell her what I been about, trying to make it out

One day I'll have that bank account carrying them large amounts

Then shorty's trying to figure out, "how I'll get that money out"

Crazy how they call themselves queens but where are your crowns?

Down

My head down, I don't get around

Too busy stacking bread, I ain't out here in the pound town

No where to go but up, for too long, I've been on the ground

I know my music's soothing, go ahead and play the sound

You know it's very interesting, I come from the black and them

Amazing how my origin traced back to African

Crazy how the crackers enjoy to say "we're taxing them"

In the same breath "make America great again"

Cause an uproar every time I drop a samba

Sampled from lines from other stanzas

I'm not approachable, demeanor's a monster

Got to keep the hustle, yeah that's a constant